Normally I can find something to laugh about. Or more correctly, laugh at. But this last week has been a real drag. Everything has been so boringly serious. Even me, which is the worst of it. If my memory serves me correctly, I don’t think I have even done anything stupid. You know, like finding my keys in the freezer type of stupid.
It has been so depressingly serious, that I have been considering washing coloured with whites just to see what happens. Yep, that bad.
Maybe it’s Obama’s fault. I mean, he is not a funny guy. Not like George Bush. He was a scream a minute. Just had to look at him and I fell on the floor. But it can’t be that. I don’t live in the US, so I can’t blame Obama for being decidedly unfunny.
Logically it is my state of mind. Or lack of it maybe. Or I am just looking at things the wrong way. Front on. Perhaps I have to reposition myself and look at things from different angles.
I just stood on my head for twenty seconds, and no change. Still serious. Oh this makes me angry. There must be something I can do that will rekindle my satire, sarcasm and black humour glands back into action.
Serious contemplation happening during this phrase.
Still two hours to beer time. Drats!
Still one hour to beer time. Darn!
I’ve got it! The English cricket team. Oh dear why didn’t I think about this sooner. Just thinking about them brings tears to my eyes. They really are a fantastic unit. A team that has the uncanny ability to snatch defeat from the jaws of victory with monotonous regularity. And why is it that the English invented so many sports that they are useless at? Think tennis, cricket, rugby, football (soccer). When did an English man or woman win a tennis tournament? A football World Cup? A game of Tiddley Winks? Ah yes. I feel much better now.
I’ll drink to that!